ovir sighed in relief when the pirate camp came into view. He spotted the longboats that were secured by the bank and fires were lit with several pirates he recognized sitting around them. The minotaur walked into camp, ponies moved out of his way with shocked expressions plastered on their faces. Bovir mover though the camp with a determination. He came up to a fire with three stallion’s sitting around it. They were Swansongs officers. “Where’s Swan?” he rumbled. All three slowly turned to him, looking like they had seen a ghost. One of them a Pegasus with a beige pelt stood up,” Captain Bovir Your alive!” “Last time I check that was the case Feltwinds,” Bovir nodded,” Now where is Swan?” “She’s in th’ tent over there,” one said pointing to a large tent down the bank. Bovir nodded and walked to it. Inside he saw Washcloth, Softstep, Swansong, and Crosswinds all sitting beside the bed with their backs to him. Crashing Wave was flat against the cot, rigid and muttering to himself. “So I’m gone for a tow days and already things have gone to pot.” They all turned to look at him. Crosswinds slowly stood up,” Mate how in th’ hay?” “Well I-“ Bovir didn’t get to finish his sentence as Swansong talked him. “Bovir! I thought you were died!” Tears streamed down the unicorns cheeks. Her heart sang at seeing the massive minotaur. She began sobbing into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, grateful to the gods she was alive and well,” Shh I’m here my Love and I’m not going anywhere.” Softstep smiled gently,” It’s good to see you my friend but how are you even alive? We saw your ship blasted out of the water.” “I don’t know. I woke up on the beach just south of Star Harbor. When I saw the Hrabor had been flooded I feared the worst.” Softstep recounted what had transpired two days before. When Bovir heard of Reaver’s betrayal he wished he had been there to behead the traitor himself. Swansong was still sobbing softly in his arms. Bovir lifted her chin up and stared into her eyes. The same eyes that had him captivated since the first day they met. She smiled at gently and the pair shared a deep kiss. They stayed like that far several moments, relishing each other’s taste. Swansong pulled back and her joy quickly tuned to anger as she slapped a hoof against the minotaur’s chest. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again!” Bovir chuckled,” I’m sorry my Love.” She puffed her cheeks out and crossed her hoof over her chest,” What’s so funny?” Bovir smirked and gave her side a poke, prompting a cute squeak from her,” Just glad to see you again.” He looked up at Softstep as Swansong turned her nose up in the air. “How did Crashing get like that?” “He acted as a decoy so we could get the slaves from the Moon Guild’s domes,” Softstep said. She looked at the alicorn with an annoyed expresi0on,” and the fool decided to overexert himself.” “Give it up beastie,” Crashing yelled out over the din of water clashing,” Ye won’t see daylight of that ye can be sure.” A guttural roar sounded from his Other and it rushed him. Crashing met the dark blue beast head on, their horns locking. Its black eyes stared dully at Crashing. The alicorn grunted and shoved his Other back and unleashed a flurry of magic blasts at it. It seemed unfazed despite being pushed back. “Bloody ‘ate th’ mindscape,” Crashing grumbled as he prepared a final spell. He preferred not to use such spells but t he had no choice he couldn't beat this thing into submission and his magic was waning fast. “वाटर्स पुराने और गहरे मैं तु बाँध इस जानवर को बुलाओ!” A magic ring pulsed under Crashing. The Other roared and rushed him again the second it entered the magic ring it flashed white. The beast was enveloped in glowing fluid magic. It thrashed and bucked against the prison that started to form around it. Finally it stopped moving. Crashing’s mindscape brightened and with a push of his will pushed the beast deep into the back of his mind. Crashing groaned as he opened his eyes and sat up,[i]’Good I’m back in th’ Mortal Plain.’[/i] “Oi What’s a stallion gotta do ta get a drink round hear.”